Brother Author, Slayton, continues to marvel with his thoughtful words. He is truly the voice of this generation.
By Slayton Goodman
Nov. 15,2008
The kiss of an angel
I was kissed by an angel
Her lips were sweet and soft
I was kissed by an angel
She was as beautiful as she was harsh
I was kissed by an angel
It was a beautiful feeling
I was kissed by an angel
All my wounds started healing
I was kissed by an angel
With no warning of what happened next
I was kissed by an angel
And it was the kiss of death
Death is not dying for God’s children; it’s more like moving on
Posted by Armand
Black president
It's been a long time coming
Yet here we are
A black man
In the white house
MLK the dreamer
OBAMA the dream
2008 history was made
Posted by Slayton Goodman
10/14/08
Black chains
These chains mean more to me than mere jewelry
But I do admit they look real cool on me
But they represent my past generations pain and struggle
Not that I’m a modern day thug on a hustle
The way I dress has nothing to do with who I am
You can’t look at me and tell whether or not I’m a sophisticated man
They wore chains and were forced to pick cotton
I wear chains also to let you know I haven’t forgotten
Carry myself with pride and dignity
I bet you couldn’t tell if this was a rap or poetry
I carry my rhymes with a deeper meaning
You can’t see me smile because it’s too dark to see
-pitch black
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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